![]() ![]() I think this is the biggest crowd I can remember.” ![]() ![]() “Real nice turnout this year, Cindy, honey. Lurleen lifted her chin, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and let her gaze wander around the yard. You can take these tongs when I’m dead, you hear?” He’d literally set up a barstool in front of the cooker so he could turn the chicken and brats, while also keeping my mother more or less appeased that he was “resting.” When I’d suggested that I should maybe handle cooking duties as Head Licker, he’d been downright offended. I nodded toward the smoky area on the far corner of the patio, where my dad’s salt-and-pepper head and pink cheeks were barely visible over the top of his grill. I missed being here for those things, but I like to think I have my daddy’s work ethic.” “It’s really hard to get time off when you’re working your way up the corporate ladder. ![]() And Gracie’s daughter’s preschool graduation.” Lurleen lifted one drawn-on black eyebrow. We missed you at the Thicket Christmas last year. I used to be decidedly in the first camp, but judging by the way she looked me up and down, she wasn’t sure where I fit anymore. She was the sort of person who loved you if she loved you, and would flay the flesh from your body with her acid tongue if she didn’t. ![]()
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